I am Kaat, a 15 year old girl from Belgium. 5 months ago I decided to fight together with the kids, against cancer. By supporting them in a way I can do at my age. making dreamcatchers for children fighting cancer, to bring them hope, love and support. I started this project that arose from my own loyalty to children with cancer. They can choose their favorite colors, so every dreamcatcher is unique at his own way. In the package is also a card that is personally addressed to the child. On this card the indian legend is explained: ‘you can hang it above your bed, all the bad dreams can be caught in the web and the good dreams can escape through the hole in the centre.’ Many children who have cancer, often get, due to side effects of treatments and trauma’s, terrible nightmares. A dreamcatcher comes as a godsend. A reaction of a mother from Virginia: ‘Lately she was having bad dreams and she was convinced an angel sent it to her!’ I started this project all by myself, in 5 months I already sent over 200 dreamcatchers, worldwide (America, The Netherlands, England, Scotland, Australia,…) Of course this all would not be true without the help of so many great and generous people. Together we can make even more children smile! I want to reach as many kids as possible, because every kid/parent should know they don’t have to fight alone. I get heartwarming responses from the parents of the children. It is always appreciated immensely. The goal is to give a glimmer of hope to these children, making them feel they are not fighting alone. A dreamcatcher for the child in question is completely free of charge for the family. It is very important that for the parents no costs are involved, because families are already burdened with a lot of costs like hospital, treatments, parents whose presence is full time required with their child and therefore have to terminate their job temporarily or permanently. I appreciate a lot that so many people are willing to help in every way they can! Because if there weren’t this kind of people, the project would no longer exist. I have a heart for these kids, the love you get back is incomparable. I live to do this, it makes my life complete. For many people it’s hard understanding 15-year old girls having this kind of interest. Well, I may be unusual, I am happy! I am grateful for having the chance to bring a smile on these faces, meeting new people with such kind hearts, I would have never met before. There is a special little girl who...

My husband Jeff was in a very serious snowboarding accident in March 2014. When the paramedics called me and said “Your husband can’t talk but he is on his way to Utah Valley Hospital” my heart dropped. I felt my entire body ache like never before. I raced there to greet the ambulance and as they wheeled my husband in, I couldn’t help but think it was all my fault. I had a felling that morning to let him take the day off work and go snowboarding, trying to be a sweet wife. I felt awful. While he was being tested taking x-rays they mentioned briefly that his white blood cells were really low. I knew what that “could mean” (cancer?), I had so many things going through my mind… “Will he walk again? Will he live? Does he have cancer?” Well, as all the results came back he had a broken spine and pelvis bone. They admitted him into the hospital for a week or so to start the healing process. The next day in the hospital they came in and asked if he and I were in a emotional state to hear some news on something they found. Of course we said yes and they proceeded to tell us what they found in the cat scans (COMPLETELY UNRELATED TO THE ACCIDENT) a tumor the size of a golf ball in his neck. When the doctors were mentioning all of this, I had an OVERWHELMING spirit come over me saying “He has cancer, and he will be okay”. I felt warm inside immediately, and we didn’t even know the results yet, we were still dealing with the broken bones. They set up appointments for biopsy’s and ultrasounds and after my husband could get around on his crutches we started going to cancer specialists. He had CANCER! The tumor was growing and spreading fast. The next week they did surgery and removed it, along with his thyroid and 9 lymph nodes that all came back malignant. They then proceeded to tell us after he had healed for a week that he would need cancer treatments (radiation treatments). We were advised to take the next step and go freeze sperm if we wanted more children. We did want it least one more but not now, even though we knew there was another baby. After a week of deciding what to do I was sick—a lot! I thought it was from all the stress and overwhelming things I had been going through but I had a feeling to take a pregnancy test. I WAS PREGNANT. I became pregnant right before all of this happened and had NO idea. We were in...

For me, it started with only once in awhile, which turned into a monthly occurrence, that changed to multiple times within a month, then became a weekly happening, and finally it ended up being apart of my daily routine. The thing with narcotics is, no one starts off being dependent on them; that need creeps up on you and you seem to always tell yourself “I don’t have a problem, I don’t need them… I can stop at anytime” and once you start justifying yourself… it’s already too late. I’ve been 100% clean and sober from any mind altering substances for 16 whole months, and I have never felt more healthier mentally, physically, and emotionally. This journey to get where I am today wasn’t an easy one and it has had many obstacles along the way but it was and still is so worth it. I was able to break away from the grasp of harmful substances but the reality is, I will never “get over” this eternal craving; I just learn to live with it. I was able to rebuild myself again but I can still have the urge to get that fix again and that will never go away. The thing with narcotics they take over your life, mentally and physically, and you have to battle your own body and mind to over come such a strong hold. I was so naive about drugs when I first started to “experiment” with them, the first drug I took I thought it was a “weed pill” when actually, it was ecstasy (MDMA). After my first encounter I didn’t want to stop there, so I dove in deep. The next couple of years I was very damaging to myself because of the substances I would take, I would always tell myself I would only try something once and that’d be it but that was never the case for me. I always wanted more and I got what I wanted. My high school days lacked going to class, family events, true happiness, and true friendship but instead was filled with drugs, alcohol, fake friends, forgetting the nights before, throwing up, and sneaking around. As I look back, there was nothing glamorous about going to class so high that I had to run to the bathroom because I had throw up. It wasn’t cool to be so wasted that I couldn’t get home and causing my family worry because their daughter didn’t show up until the next morning. I didn’t have fun when I would dose off while out to dinner with the family because I was too doped up to even look alive for a conversation. It wasn’t thrilling waking up not having a clue what happened the night before and wake up with your own throw up. My...

Hello there! My name is Heather Nelson. I am going to tell you about the crash that changed my life and brought my son into this world. Where do I begin? Well let’s see… I was approaching 34 weeks pregnant, huge like a hippo and incredibly uncomfortable. For about a week I had been breaking out in hives ALL over my body due to the fact I was having an allergic reaction to my pregnancy. You read that right…I was allergic to my son! Something called PUPPP. Who knew this was even possible? I was not surprised that this would of course happen to me, I’m convinced my body hates me. Matthew (my husband) had gone out of town that day and had just gotten back into town that night and we decided to go out to dinner and feed my big belly. After stuffing our faces at the good old Olive Garden we got in the car and headed home. Most of the time Matt drives when we are together, but that night I got in the drivers seat of my car. Driving home we talked about how I was absolutely determined that Dodger would arrive early and not go 40 weeks. I was hoping at least…because the only way my hives would go away was to give birth. So needless to say, I was incredibly excited to have Dodger pop on out. 🙂 Matthew on the other hand thought I was going to go over 40 weeks. So as we joked around in the car about our little Dodger we came to a stop at a light less than 2 miles away from our house. I was waiting to turn left as the arrow blinked yellow…it then changed to a yellow light. The highway was pretty empty as I waited for a car to turn and then I pressed slightly on the gas to make the left turn and clear the intersection as the light turned red. I heard Matthew yell and saw him out of the corner of my eye lean toward me. BAM. A car had sped up to make the light and ended up running the red light going about 65 mph. He hit us on the front passenger side. As we both became slowly conscious all we could do was moan in pain. At first I didn’t think the accident was going to be that bad. I thought we would walk away from it. I then realized my door was open and people were trying to talk to me. Matthew and I looked at each other, he grabbed my hand and I believe I made some sort of joke (for some reason I’m that type of person who makes jokes...

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Hi my name is Kaylynne and I am a wife and a mommy to two handsome boys. I love life, being healthy, staying fit, traveling, and finding new adventures with my family. I hope you enjoy reading my blog and following my adventures in the world and as a mommy.